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bootie brown
now in my younger days i used to sport a shag
when i went to school i carried lunch in a bag
with an apple for my teacher ’cause i knew i’d get a kiss
always got mad when the class was dismissed
but when it was in session i always had a question
i would raise my hand to make her stagger to my desk and
help me with my problem it was never much
just a trick to smell her scent and try to sneak a touch
oh how i wish i could hold her hand and give her a hug
she was married to the man he was a thug
his name was lee he drove a z
he’d pick her up from school promptly at o’ clock
i was on her jock yes indeedy i wrote graffiti on the bus
first i’d write her name then carve a plus
with my name last on the looking glass
i seen her yesterday but still i had to let her pass
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on pa
slimkid
when i dream of fairytales i think of me and shelly
see she’s my type of hype and i can’t stand when brothers tell me
that i should quit chasin’ and look for something better
but the smile that she shows makes me a gogetter
i haven’t gone as far as asking if i could get with her
i just play it by ear and hope she gets the picture
i’m shooting for her heart got my finger on the trigger
she could be my broad and i could be her nigga
but all i can do was stare
back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare
now she’s more sophisticated highly edumacated
not at all overrated i think i need a prayer
to get in her book and it looks rather dry
i guess a twinkle in her eye is just a twinkle in her eye
although she’s crazy stepping i’ll try and stop her stride
’cause i won’t have no more of this passing me by
imani
time for me to voice my opinion can’t be pretending she didn’t have me
sprung like a chicken chasing my tail like a doggie
she was kind of like a star thinking i was like a fan
damn she looked good downside she had a man
he was a rootytoot a nincompoop
she told me soon your little birdie’s gonna fly the coop
she was a flake like corn and i was born not to understand
by letting her pass i had proved to be a better man
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me
4 fatlip
now there she goes again the dopest ethiopian
and now the world around me begins moving in slow motion when
ever she happens to walk by why does the apple of my eye
overlook and disregard my feelings no matter how much i try
wait no i did not really pursue my little princess with persistence
and i was so lowkey that she was unaware of my existence
from a distance i desired her secretly admired her
wired her a letter to get her
and it went my dear my dear my dear you do not know me but i know you
very well now let me tell you about the feelings i have for you
when i try or make some sort of attempt i simp
damn i wish i wasn’t such a wimp
’cause then i would let you know that i love you so and if i was your man then i would be true
the only lying i would do is in the bed with you
then i signed sincerely the one who loves you dearly ps love me tender
the letter came back three days later return to sender damn
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on pa
nevertheless i’ll say it again
passing me by
nevertheless i’ll say it again
nevertheless
nevertheless
nevertheless i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
i’ll say it again
she keeps on passing me by
she keeps on passing me by
i’ll say it again
Artist: The Pharcyde
Year: 1993
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 371